What defines me, by Britta Benson

You’ve probably come across motivational quotes, pictures and postcards. They are everywhere and some are clearly better than others. ‘Hang in there’ won’t really do it for me. So today, just for fun, I decided to write my own motivational quote/poem/poster. It’s probably not a bad thing to do. I’m fully prepared now, for whenContinue reading “What defines me, by Britta Benson”

A ladybird on a journey, by Britta Benson

I love my tiny garden, my bit of green, such a mass of inspiration. Every blade of grass a potential poem and today, it was a leaf on my alchemilla plants (also known as lady’s mantle) that inspired a piece of writing. A leaf, a ladybird, what more do I need? A ladybird on aContinue reading “A ladybird on a journey, by Britta Benson”

The haiku tree, by Britta Benson

I’ve got a tree in my garden that bursts into white flowers every June and come mid July, the spent petals fall like snow onto my lawn or my humble self, for I like sitting right under this tree, my haiku tree, because it inspires so much poetry. I wrote a story about it inContinue reading “The haiku tree, by Britta Benson”

Pondering, by Britta Benson

Today, I got introduced by chance to a new form of poetry, a golden shovel poem. I will probably write more about it in the coming days. Here’s the simplistic explanation: Start of with a short poem. Then use each word of your first poem in the original order as the last word of theContinue reading “Pondering, by Britta Benson”

Can you put a beach in a jar?, by Britta Benson

There’s a glass jar on my window sill, filled with shells and sand, looking all pretty. I collected these things on my last holiday before my mum died. That last breath of the old me, before the pain, the damage, the growth that followed. I’ve been looking at this jar for over two years now.Continue reading “Can you put a beach in a jar?, by Britta Benson”

About hearts, by Britta Benson

Not a haiku today, well, the poem started off as one but then went its own way, thus proving just as stubborn as its author. Sometimes my poetry ends up a bit doom & gloom, other times it’s chirpy like a song bird in the soft morning sunshine. The truth, as always, lies somewhere inContinue reading “About hearts, by Britta Benson”

Haiku heptathlon

This is a series of seven haiku I did in response to a challenge I set my writing group, The Procrastinators: Seven haiku in seven days, the prompts vaguely Olympic, in a nod to the upcoming games. Track, Summer, Ring, Swim, Dream, Soul, Spirit. Haiku heptathlon Track Even trodden paths afford swift unmarked exits intoContinue reading “Haiku heptathlon”

The meaning of life – in a haiku

Here’s the story behind today’s haiku and ukiah. A while ago, I bumped into an old classmate from high school. We had never been friends, never foes either, she was just one of the many people in my school that occupied the ‘neutral zone’ in my mind. She asked what I was doing and IContinue reading “The meaning of life – in a haiku”

In a world of colour, by Britta Benson

This poem was inspired by a painting with the same title by my friend, artist and writer Ruth Holloway. If you are following my writing group, The Procrastinators, you will have seen the painting in our Sunday writing prompts last week. In a world of colour I tread on clouds, my soul isn’t heavy. It’sContinue reading “In a world of colour, by Britta Benson”

Clouds, by Britta Benson

Every location comes with advantages and disadvantages, every place has its pros and cons. One of the many perks of living in Scotland is, that I can study clouds and rain whenever I please. You might think that’s not exactly great. Think again. It means the whole country is always coloured the most luscious greenContinue reading “Clouds, by Britta Benson”

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